The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word
All life just one breath
All waters are just one drop
All sounds just one note
All sorrow and pain
All hurt and oppression
Are just one side
Of the same coin that’s flipped through eternity
And eternity too is just one second
All joys are just one smile
All mourning just one pause
All knowledge is just one quick-fading rainbow
And all quests just one thirst
All powers are just one mortal chord
That will snap
And the puppets will fall behind the curtains
When the show ends

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Interesting take on the role of all things pre-ordained,,impeccable writing that holds the reader until the last word @Jasper_Daniel

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